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<blockquote data-quote="Trouvere" data-source="post: 5642153" data-attributes="member: 37250"><p>Pendrake finds his boots comfortable indeed, but notices no immediate special properties. Midias, though, fancies himself lighter on his feet and swifter. Ngikhnit finds that the blue boots fit him perfectly - and surely they are larger than they were when Jon first picked them up? The cloak too is not too short. If truth be told, if anyone would dare tell him the truth, he looks... stylish. And blue.</p><p></p><p>Jon excuses himself for a moment, hurries upstairs, and momentarily returns carrying a desk drawer of scrolls, a box of ink vials, and a wand-block with the butt ends of a few wands protruding. <strong>"Please, take a look through. I'm sure we can work something out. Where is - has he left? Oh."</strong></p><p></p><p>Yawning again, he goes over some details with Peladus and also makes sure everyone's name is written down on Rilithorne's parchment for future reference. <strong>"The red-haired fellow who already left, too, please."</strong> Gillin carefully includes his full address in Crab Garth, and adds in large printing "Owed <u>money</u>".</p><p></p><p>At last, Jon hustles everyone else out into the street. <strong>"A busy night for us all. One good thing about Rilithorne being away, I can sleep in in the morning. If anyone else calls first thing tomorrow, they can knock all they like! Good night!"</strong></p><p></p><p>Gillin is happier and Peladus is forgiven. Gillin enjoys being angry. <strong>"Might have known I'd leave empty handed! But tomorrow'll be a day, won't it? And you know what? I'm an adventurer! You know what that means? Means Joe Smith has a free spot for me at the Red Dragon, with a feather pillow and a well-stuffed mattress, and fried eggs and bacon in bed at lunchtime."</strong></p><p></p><p>There doesn't seem anything wrong with that idea at this hour. The Red Dragon Inn, as ever, awaits.</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>Everyone sleeps in late (though Midias briefly rises at dawn to say his prayers as usual), so they miss seeing a tired harassed-looking Jon Kilran at the Red Dragon Inn, hiring another set of adventurers for a simple courier job.</p><p></p><p>They also miss a punctilious official from the Mayor's Office who arrives bearing the parchment signed the previous night and a bag of coins, which he deposits with Joe Smith.</p><p></p><p>When each adventurer finally stirs, still aching from the night's battle (though perhaps Midias, or another priest at the Inn can do something about that now), Joe hands over their official reward. The city has not been particularly generous. Each receives 10 platinum dragons.</p><p></p><p>Gillin is particularly sore, but the coin makes up for that, and he soon hobbles off to see what Arngrim has to say at Rilithorne's tower.</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>Over the next few days, it seems word of the strange black creature in Spelding Square spreads through the town. The city guard did not retrieve the last body before the night fishermen came back to the dock with their catch of herring, so many people caught a glimpse of its remains.</p><p></p><p>Ngikhnit, the most obviously recognisable of the heroes, is the main beneficiary. Strangers approach to shake his hand and ask for the tale. If his replies are short and to the point, nevertheless this mild fame makes his welcome in Orussus warmer than it otherwise might have been.</p><p></p><p>Gillin is not seen for a few days. Then he seeks his new friends out in Red Dragon Square. He is transformed. His hair is cut, the white stubble is freshly removed from his chin, and he is wearing fine clothes of a somewhat lurid purple. Mildred hangs by his hip, and he leans on an ebony cane with a silver head and tip.</p><p></p><p><strong>"One thousand gold pieces!"</strong> he marvels. <strong>"That's what Arngrim saw fit to give me. The young apprenctice said it was only fair. I'm rich again. Won't last forever, but at my age, it doesn't have to, does it? I can get whatever nice things catch my eye and not have to worry. You know, I feel better than I have in years. Stronger. I've moved out of Crab Garth. Renting one of the houses in Spelding Row, would you believe? It's nothing fancy, but it's a step up and good enough for me. Living next to the Ironforge-Millers. Nice couple. Took in a pair of orphaned gnomes, you know? Won't have to sell Mildred to get my bread and ale now, will I? But... well, that night did make me think. Mildred would probably be better served doing good, slaying evil, than hanging around on my hip. Something to think about, something to think about.... Good fortune to you all!"</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Trouvere, post: 5642153, member: 37250"] Pendrake finds his boots comfortable indeed, but notices no immediate special properties. Midias, though, fancies himself lighter on his feet and swifter. Ngikhnit finds that the blue boots fit him perfectly - and surely they are larger than they were when Jon first picked them up? The cloak too is not too short. If truth be told, if anyone would dare tell him the truth, he looks... stylish. And blue. Jon excuses himself for a moment, hurries upstairs, and momentarily returns carrying a desk drawer of scrolls, a box of ink vials, and a wand-block with the butt ends of a few wands protruding. [B]"Please, take a look through. I'm sure we can work something out. Where is - has he left? Oh."[/B] Yawning again, he goes over some details with Peladus and also makes sure everyone's name is written down on Rilithorne's parchment for future reference. [B]"The red-haired fellow who already left, too, please."[/B] Gillin carefully includes his full address in Crab Garth, and adds in large printing "Owed [U]money[/U]". At last, Jon hustles everyone else out into the street. [B]"A busy night for us all. One good thing about Rilithorne being away, I can sleep in in the morning. If anyone else calls first thing tomorrow, they can knock all they like! Good night!"[/B] Gillin is happier and Peladus is forgiven. Gillin enjoys being angry. [B]"Might have known I'd leave empty handed! But tomorrow'll be a day, won't it? And you know what? I'm an adventurer! You know what that means? Means Joe Smith has a free spot for me at the Red Dragon, with a feather pillow and a well-stuffed mattress, and fried eggs and bacon in bed at lunchtime."[/B] There doesn't seem anything wrong with that idea at this hour. The Red Dragon Inn, as ever, awaits. -------------------------------------------- Everyone sleeps in late (though Midias briefly rises at dawn to say his prayers as usual), so they miss seeing a tired harassed-looking Jon Kilran at the Red Dragon Inn, hiring another set of adventurers for a simple courier job. They also miss a punctilious official from the Mayor's Office who arrives bearing the parchment signed the previous night and a bag of coins, which he deposits with Joe Smith. When each adventurer finally stirs, still aching from the night's battle (though perhaps Midias, or another priest at the Inn can do something about that now), Joe hands over their official reward. The city has not been particularly generous. Each receives 10 platinum dragons. Gillin is particularly sore, but the coin makes up for that, and he soon hobbles off to see what Arngrim has to say at Rilithorne's tower. -------------------------------------------- Over the next few days, it seems word of the strange black creature in Spelding Square spreads through the town. The city guard did not retrieve the last body before the night fishermen came back to the dock with their catch of herring, so many people caught a glimpse of its remains. Ngikhnit, the most obviously recognisable of the heroes, is the main beneficiary. Strangers approach to shake his hand and ask for the tale. If his replies are short and to the point, nevertheless this mild fame makes his welcome in Orussus warmer than it otherwise might have been. Gillin is not seen for a few days. Then he seeks his new friends out in Red Dragon Square. He is transformed. His hair is cut, the white stubble is freshly removed from his chin, and he is wearing fine clothes of a somewhat lurid purple. Mildred hangs by his hip, and he leans on an ebony cane with a silver head and tip. [B]"One thousand gold pieces!"[/B] he marvels. [B]"That's what Arngrim saw fit to give me. The young apprenctice said it was only fair. I'm rich again. Won't last forever, but at my age, it doesn't have to, does it? I can get whatever nice things catch my eye and not have to worry. You know, I feel better than I have in years. Stronger. I've moved out of Crab Garth. Renting one of the houses in Spelding Row, would you believe? It's nothing fancy, but it's a step up and good enough for me. Living next to the Ironforge-Millers. Nice couple. Took in a pair of orphaned gnomes, you know? Won't have to sell Mildred to get my bread and ale now, will I? But... well, that night did make me think. Mildred would probably be better served doing good, slaying evil, than hanging around on my hip. Something to think about, something to think about.... Good fortune to you all!"[/B] [/QUOTE]
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